Recap:
Last chapter, Jemil Carter began his undercover mission as a transfer student at Moretti Academy to protect billionaire heiress Justina Moretti. Despite trying to stay low, he quickly realized this school was no ordinary place — and Justina was a whirlwind of trouble he couldn't avoid. When mysterious men attacked them, Jemil proved his skills in protecting her. But now the real challenge begins: surviving high school drama and dangerous rivals.
The first day of actual classes arrived faster than Jemil expected, and he felt the full weight of his new reality as he walked into Moretti Academy's massive lecture hall. The ceilings soared like a cathedral, decorated with banners boasting the school's motto: Excellence, Power, Prestige. Jemil had seen plenty of elite schools, but this place felt like a gilded cage — polished, beautiful, and lethal in its own way.
He scanned the rows of students, most clad in the signature navy blazer, white shirt, and striped tie. The chatter was low but tense, like a pack sizing up a new player. Jemil felt their eyes flick to him — the new kid. The outsider.
"Focus, Carter," he reminded himself. Blend in.
He spotted Justina already seated near the front, short blond hair a bright contrast to the dark uniform. She looked relaxed but alert, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression.
Jemil slid into the seat next to her, adjusting his tie nervously.
"Ready for your first class?" she whispered, glancing sideways with a smirk.
"As ready as I'll ever be," he replied.
The door opened sharply, and a woman strode in — tall, slender, with a no-nonsense bun and glasses that seemed permanently perched at the edge of her nose.
"Welcome to Advanced Economics," she announced, voice cold as ice. "I'm Ms. Crane, and in this room, you will learn not only numbers but the realities of power and consequence. I expect perfection."
Jemil felt a ripple of tension pass through the room. Ms. Crane had the kind of presence that made people shrink or snap to attention.
The lesson began, a torrent of complex terms and equations Jemil barely remembered from high school. But this was more than math — every question seemed layered with social undercurrents. Who answered first, who challenged whom, who was ignored — it was a silent war waged in spreadsheets and graphs.
Justina nudged Jemil. "Keep your head down. Don't volunteer. If you get called on, speak confidently but briefly."
Jemil nodded, doing his best to memorize names and faces while calculating his survival odds.
Suddenly, the door slammed open mid-lecture. Jemil's head snapped up to see a group of girls swaggering in like they owned the place. Leading them was a tall blonde with perfectly styled hair and a smile that could slice glass.
Her eyes landed on Jemil. "Well, well, new kid. Cozying up to the heiress already?"
Jemil tensed, instincts flaring. Justina rolled her eyes, clearly used to the drama.
"Ignore them," she said softly. "They bark louder than they bite."
Ms. Crane barely batted an eye, continuing her lesson as if the interruption were routine.
Jemil realized this was a different kind of battlefield — one filled with whispers, social power plays, and cold stares.
After class, Justina grabbed Jemil's arm, pulling him down the corridor.
"You're way too stiff, Carter. You need to loosen up if you want to survive here," she teased, her voice light but sharp.
"Easy for you to say," Jemil replied. "You own this chaos."
"Maybe," she grinned. "But even queens need their knights."
They turned a corner and nearly collided with a frantic student rushing toward them.
"Justina! You forgot your phone in the cafeteria again!" the girl called out.
Justina groaned, running a hand through her messy blond hair. "Figures."
Jemil watched her sprint off, feeling the strange mixture of exhaustion and adrenaline that came with his new life.
Later, Jemil found a quiet spot in the library to review his notes, but he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching. The school wasn't just a place for rich kids to learn — it was a stage where secrets whispered and dangers lurked in every shadow.
His phone buzzed. A message from his handler: "Watch your back. Things are heating up faster than expected."
Jemil's jaw tightened. Protecting Justina was going to be more than just a mission — it was a war he wasn't sure he was ready for.
Preview:
Next chapter, Jemil dives deeper into the web of secrets at Moretti Academy and uncovers a threat closer than he imagined. Can he trust anyone — especially Justina?
End of Chapter 2
If you're hooked on Jemil and Justina's story, smash that like button and drop a comment below! What do you think of Jemil's first week at Moretti Academy? Your support fuels the adventure!